Essay No. 01
A Scene at Railway Station
A railway station is an interesting place. It is a human museum or a fair of human faces. Yesterday, I went to the Railway Station to see off my friend. We reached their half an hour earlier than the time arrival of the train. There were only a few persons in a queue before the booking office window. We bought tickets and went to the platform. There was a big crowd of people. The coolies were carrying luggage from one platform to another. Some passengers were looking in the direction of the incoming train.
All the waiting rooms were over crowded. There were some passengers in the refreshment room. There was a great rush at the tea stalls at the refreshment the train reached in then everybody was hurry. People were trying to get good capacity. People threw language through the windows. There was a great rush in and out. The hawkers were crying the names of their wares at the top of their voices. Watermen were supplying water at thirsty passengers. Porters were loading and unloading parcels from out of the parcel van. The whole station staff was busy.
Luckily, my friend got a comfortable seat in the second class compartment. The guard whistled and waved the green flag. The train moved on. People on the platform left the place one by one. Now the noise and uproar was gone. I also took my way home. The platform looked like deserted place. All its hustle and bustle was over in a few minutes.
Essay No. 2
A Railway Station Scene
A Scene At The Railway Station
In front of second class booking window there was a long queue of passengers. They were waiting for their turns to get tickets. When the window opened, they pushed one another. An old man fell. At once a policeman ran for his help. he saved him from being crushed. He purchased a ticket for him.
At the platform there was a large number of passengers. They were waiting for the train. Some were sitting on the benches. They were talking. The villagers were sitting on the floor or on their boxes or trunks. Some gentlemen were walking up and down the platform. Every now and then they were looking in the direction of the train. When the distant signal became yellow, they felt happy. They knew that the train would shortly arrive. As soon as they caught sight of the engine, they got ready. All stood up. There was a movement on the platform. Some people put their bundles on their heads. Others held them under their pits. Some engaged coolie for their luggage. Ladies caught hold of the arms of their children.
When the train arrived, all got ready. All were anxious to get seats. The passengers who wished to get down opened the doors. The other people who were eager to get into the compartment, tried to get in. there was a great tussle between them. After a little discussion the in- going passengers made way for the out – going passengers. There were seats enough for only a few passengers and not for all. Those who got in, got seats or remained standing. Others were running up and down the platform to find room for themselves. When they failed to get room in the compartments, they caught hold of the handles outside some carriages. They stood on the foot boards.
Members of the station staff looked busy with their duties. The ticket collector was at the gate. He collected tickets from to drink. The hawkers went up and down with their wares. All were busy. After a few minutes the engine gave a long whistle and the train left the platform.
When the train left, the crowd melted away. The hawkers went to some other platforms. They stopped their crying. The station staff retired to their rooms. The platform became dull.
Essay No. 3
The Scene at Railway Station
My father along with my elder sister were going to Kanpur the other day to attend the marriage party of my cousin. I went to the railway station to see them off. It was a pleasing sight at the railway station.
Many taxis, cars, scooters, rickshaws and tongas were parked outside the waiting hall. The waiting hall was full of passengers. There was a long queue of people of people at booking window. People were buying their tickets one by one. The coolies were busy. They were carrying the luggage of the people to the platform or from platform to outside. My father bought a platform ticket for me. He hired a coolie to carry our luggage. We reached at the platform from where the train was to depart.
The railway platform was full of people. Rich and poor, young and old, women and children were seen there of all hues. Everyone was waiting for the train to come. The railway stalls were doing brisk business. Cold – drinks, tea, coffee, snacks etc. were available everywhere. The coolies were carrying huge luggage of the passengers. Some were looking for the tickets . the police personnel were seen quite in alert. Frequently there were announcements about the timings of the trains, incoming and outgoing , there was high danger of luggage’s being taken away or pockets being picked. Everybody stood guard to their belongings. Everybody was restless but some had occupied benches and places and were sleeping comfortably evidently waiting for the late trains. There were some scenes of painful partings of parents seeing off their children going for distant destinations and some eager to met their nears and dears arriving after long time. The waiting at the Railway Station seemed to pass off very fast while looking at all these things.
Soon there was a signal of the arrival of arrival of train. There was lot of commotion. Everybody began to move, catch hold of his luggage’s and making way towards their respective compartments. Some began to negociate with the TTE’s to confirm their unconfirmed seats. Most of them seemed dejected. In no the whole crowd seemed to dwindle away leaving the whole platform almost deserted. I said goodbye to my father and sister and the train moved. Everyone around was seen waving hands for their departing nears and dears. It was really a sight to se. I also came out and headed towards my home.
Essay No. 4
Travelling by train is cheap and comfortable compared to buses and planes. So we find a railway station a place of great hustle and bustle. We come across people from different parts of the country, in different fashions and colours at the station.
Once I happened to be the Old Delhi railway station to see off my friend. He was going to Kolkata by the Kalka Mail. The waiting hall was fully crowded with passengers. There was a long queue in front of the booing window.
Everyone seemed to be in a hurry. I bought the platform ticket soon and reached the platform. The scene here was interesting. Passengers were waiting eagerly for the arrival of the train. Some were sitting on benches and smoking or reading newspapers. A few were pacing up and down the platform. The vendors were having a busy time. There was a rush at the tea stall. The coolies in red uniforms were sitting in a line.
As soon as the train steamed in, there was noise and commotion everywhere. There was rush at the doors of the compartments. Many passengers got down and many more got in. coolies were seen carrying heavy bundles of luggage on their heads. The children clung to their parents. The whole platform was full of noise.
Luckily, my friend got a comfortable sent near a window. Soon all were settled. It was time for the train to depart. The guard blew the whistle and waved the green flag. The engine whistled and the train began to move. There was waving of hands and handkerchiefs. The train soon gained speed and left the station. The platform looked a deserted place once again.
Essay No. 05
A Scene at a Railway Platform
A railway station is a very busy place. At big railway stations numerous trains continue coming and going day and night. The real charm of the railway station can be enjoyed by standing at one of the platforms.
Last Sunday, I had to go to Bareilly. I went to the local railway 1 station at about 8.00 a.m. I bought a ticket at the booking window and entered platform No.1 from where the train was scheduled to go.
I learnt that the train was late by one hour. I had come in a hurry and hadn’t taken my breakfast. So, I took my breakfast there at the platform.
I sat on a bench and began to look idly here and there to kill time. I saw coolies rushing from one platform to the other. They had heavy loads of luggage on their heads.
The vendors were crying for their wares. They were selling all kinds of eatables. Fast food in particular was in great demand. Most of the people were drinking tea. A few were having cold drinks.
I found some people sitting on the benches and just staring in different directions like me. Some passengers who were waiting for one or the other train were reading newspapers or magazines. Some were chatting or discussing politics. Some were blaming the government for various social and economic ailments.
I was amused at the sight of incoming and outgoing trains at various platforms. The signaling and interlocking system particularly impressed me.
As the train came, I moved towards it and boarded it. Soon the signal was down. The guard waved the green flag and the train steamed out.
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It was during the Christmas holidays that my friend Rohit rang up from Delhi, to inform that he was coming to Lucknow. He had to attend a marriage and wanted to know if I could receive him at the station.
I enthusiastically volunteered, for the prospect of seeing my friend after a gap of five years was indeed exhilarating. Though the thought of visiting the railway station, with all the filth and dirt was daunting, but all the same there was nothing I could do about it.
The train’s estimated time of arrival was seven A.M, so after confirming that it was running on time, I set forth to the railway station which was about twenty minutes drive from my residence. On reaching the station at 6.45 A.M, I was informed that the train was an hour late. Cursing the railways for their inefficiency, I trudged along to the enquiry office and indignantly questioned the clerk for the wrong information given on phone. He was quite unapologetic and vague .On prodding him, I learnt that there was a derailment at Hardoi about sixty kilometers from Lucknow, which was the cause of the delay.
Since it was inadvisable to return home, I decided to wait and looked around for a place to rest. To my dismay there was none, for the platform was milling with people.
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There were passengers waiting for trains, or some of them like me were waiting to receive their near and dear ones. There were still others, who with their luggage under their head were snoring away to glory.
I really admired their capacity to sleep, amidst the din and cry of hawkers and vendors. A cow making a detour of the place came heading towards me. Fearing that it would butt me, I thought it prudent to move away. It however had no such intension, for it picked up a banana peel lying before me.
I was by now feeling quite exhausted, so I took a cup of tea from the vendor close by. While I was sipping my tea, a train screeched to a halt on the platform. There was a commotion as the passengers rushed in, making it difficult for those who were disembarking. There was much shouting and confusion.
In this hullabaloo, a lady who had just disembarked from the train yelled, that her chain had been snatched. Hearing her shout, a lad standing close to her broke into a run. He came rushing towards me to escape from the exit instinctively flung the cup of hot tea on his face. This startled him and in no time we had overpowered him. The lady profusely thanked me while the Railway Police arrested the culprit.
It was a relief to hear the announcement of the arrival of the Lucknow Mail. I took a vantage point so that I could look into the compartments. The train rolled in and to my relief, I found my friend waving out his handkerchief from one of the compartments. What a happy reunion it was, we hugged each other like long lost friends. All the din, the dirt and the clamour was lost on us, as we walked away with his baggage in tow.